E.T.Smith occupies a span of time and volume of space so small that, relative to scale of even minor stellar objects, he can barely be said to exist at all. Thus he is perplexed why people keep asking his opinion on things.

He does not sing, he writes only sporadically and he definitely does not blog, twitter or otherwise seek to increase the volume of online chatter. Sometimes, he barely bothers to even move.

In a social context, he is a layabout, a former roustabout and a general drag on the progress of mankind, often willfully.

Any requests to expand on personal information presented or neglected here or elsewhere will be resisted vigorously.